"It is!"

"Anyway. Want to go evaluate the room with the best view in the castle?"

"Yes."

He grins, and leads her to the castle. The guards exchange friendly nods with him on the way in.

The interior of the castle is... not great. Humans just don't seem to care enough about the aesthetics of their surroundings.

But the best available view is actually good. Right over the scattered rooftops of Redcliffe and past the rocky red hills to the mountains in the west, and the lake stretching out beside them like a gleaming ribbon. Very few manmade structures in sight. Stalas angles his face so he can't easily see out the window and asks, "Will this do?"

"I think so. I might want to replace the furniture if I can do that. Maybe paint the walls? Can I paint the walls? I am not a very good painter but - for a Quendi."

"You can replace the furniture, and I'm not sure about painting the walls but you could hang fabric and paint that?"

"That would be almost as good."

"All right, I can arrange that."

He goes off to arrange that.

She leans out the window and sings.

Stalas is back half an hour later, fully out of his golem armour for once, looking like someone with a funny story to tell.

"Hi!"

"Hi! So, you're welcome to stay here as long as you like, there'll be no problem about replacing the furniture, hanging fabric on the walls and painting it is okay too, and I have learned an interesting fact about the Andrastian faith, which is that apparently the prophet Andraste won the love of the Maker by singing so beautifully he was drawn back into the world to listen."

"That's an interesting story."

"I've had to tell five people you're not secretly Andraste and I'm not sure they all believed me."

"What, er, what should I expect from people thinking I'm secretly Andraste?"

"I'm not totally sure! At a guess I'd say they will probably be very polite and helpful because they think you can convince the Maker to do miracles for them if you like them? And they might expect you to have memorized the Chant of Light, or at least to know a lot about Andraste's life. I won't be much help there; I barely know the highlights. I suggest being very clear about the fact that you're not Andraste if it comes up in conversation."

"All right. What is the Chant of Light?"

"It's a very long song about Andraste and the Maker and so on. Apparently it takes something like a month to sing straight through. They probably have a written copy in the village chantry if you want to read it."

"I won't know how to read your musical notation without help. Is it pretty?"

"I've neither read nor heard it, but I assume it must have something going for it considering the premises of the religion."

Nod.

"Anyway. Now you have somewhere safe and tolerable to stay while we save the world. And I can't think of an immediate use for you in the business of world-saving, but I'm definitely going to want to introduce you to Caridin at the first available opportunity, and I think making that introduction will do nearly another world-saving's worth of good."

"How should I go about getting food and fabric and things?"

"As a general solution to that class of problem, you can ask me if I'm around or a castle servant if I'm not, and assume that they will be able to either find the thing you want or tell you it's not available. I already know where to get food around here, and I can show you; for fabric and assorted other materials, I'd have to look around the village, and you can come with me while I do that if you're interested in learning how to buy things even though you don't currently have any money. Not having any money is a solvable problem too."

"I would like to come along."